Your workshop isn’t a suitcase. Stop overpacking it.

You’re trying to provide value. So you cram in every model, every framework, every brain nugget you’ve ever loved.

The result? A learning day that’s chokkas.

No space to breathe. No time to reflect. No energy left by 2pm.

In this episode of The Fink Tank, recorded during the lunch break on the second day of Col's 2 day summit, we talk about the urge to overstuff, why it comes from a good place, and how to fight it.

Shoutout to the random guy who got in the lift with us at 45s. And Deb Bailey.

The amazing satirical commentators H.G. and Roy host a long running radio program called This Sporting Life.

Their tagline is “Too much sport is barely enough”

With facilitation and training it’s sometimes the opposite:

“Barely enough stuff is too much.”

It started with our shit original band and stupid holiday videos. Now it’s keynotes, coaching, and feature films.

Compound interest isn’t just about money.

In this mid-summit episode of the Fink Tank, Col and I chat about the cruel human condition of being overly critical of our progress or growth.

About how we underplay our past accomplishments in our journeys toward mastery. This whole room of solo pros deliberately and meaningfully joined the dots of their history. And were called out on pointless self-deprecation!

It's really gratifying to reflect on the timeline of your accumulated skills.

Try it!

Eight years ago, I deleted an entire keynote I’d just filmed for Tracey Ezard.

Not a file. Not a clip.

The whole keynote. Gone. Like a magician, but sad.

It felt career-ending.

Tracey, somehow, was kind and forgiving. I, in return, filmed her next keynote free-of-charge and built a shame-fuelled foolproof backup system.

It has never happened again. Mostly because I now treat footage like a live organ transplant.

We all make mistakes. It doesn't feel like it in the moment, but there aren’t many you can’t come back from. I filmed another keynote for Tracey a few weeks ago. She’s still awesome.

This week on The Fink Tank, Col Fink and I set the scene with some glorious childhood dickheadery.

What’s the worst you’ve ever screwed up?

And how long did it take before you could laugh about it?